Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Inside the Beizhenfusi Prison, the sickening, sour smell spread like a cancer.

Intertwined with the smell of dampness and mold, it seems to be able to go straight into the bone marrow through the nasal cavity, disturbing all the internal organs.

The dim torches flickered in the grooves of the wall.

The light flickered and illuminated the uneven and cracked walls, like twisted pythons with bared fangs and claws, looking hideous and terrifying.

The sewage on the ground flowed freely, contrasting with the messy debris.

This made the already cramped and narrow space even more eerie and sinister.

At this time, the thick-necked prisoner had no power to fight back under Wang Biao's fierce attack and could only retreat step by step.

His face was a mixture of fear and unwillingness, like a distorted oil painting.

Wang Biao shouted at the top of his lungs: "Don't go too far!
If you push me into a dead end today, I will make you regret it one day!"

The thick-necked prisoner was both annoyed and afraid. He was annoyed because he usually acted arrogantly in this prison, but today he was humiliated in front of his subordinates.

What he feared was Wang Biao's ruthless and fierce methods. If he was not careful, he would lose his life.

When the other prisoners saw their leader in danger, they all wanted to step forward to help.

However, the awe-inspiring aura surrounding Wang Biao was like a real barrier that frightened them and made them hesitate to move forward.

You look at me, I look at you, and no one dares to be the first to rush forward.

Wang Biao's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he glanced coldly at the prisoners around him.

He sighed inwardly, "I didn't want to make a big fuss about this and make the situation out of control, but these people are stubborn and insist on forcing me to take action."

Thinking of this, Wang Biao kicked out fiercely, hitting the chest of the thick-necked prisoner accurately.

The prisoner screamed and was kicked to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

He covered his chest, his face full of pain, and muttered: "I will never forget today's revenge... One day I will make you pay with blood!"

But at this time, the thick-necked prisoner no longer had the strength to resist and could only lie on the ground and gasp for breath.

While Wang Biao was fighting with the prisoners who participated in the riot, he shouted loudly: "Why don't you surrender quickly?
If you resist stubbornly, you will only die!
If you are willing to surrender today, I will plead with the higher-ups for leniency.

Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

He looked stern on the surface, but deep down he hoped that these prisoners would listen to his advice and stop this futile resistance.

After all, Wang Biao didn't want to kill people wantonly in this small prison and add so much karma for no reason.

Just at this moment, a prisoner with pockmarked face appeared, like a devil, with murderous eyes.

He secretly thought in his heart: "If I can defeat Wang Biao in front of me, I can establish supreme authority in this prison and make those who bully me on weekdays tremble in fear of me.

I have been bullied in this prison over the years.

Now this great opportunity is right in front of us, we must not miss it! "

Then the pockmarked prisoner raised his stick high in both hands, and the wind whistled.

The stick, with tremendous force, smashed towards Wang Biao like a huge black hammer.

The posture seemed as if he was going to smash Wang Biao to pieces.

Seeing this, Wang Biao curled his lips into a sneer of contempt, his eyes full of disdain.

"You think you can hurt me?
What a foolish dream! "

In a flash, Wang Biao quickly analyzed the flaws in his opponent's moves in his mind and predicted the subsequent offensive of the pockmarked prisoner.

He knew very well that being in this dangerous place, any negligence would lead to his downfall.

Therefore, although Wang Biao seemed relaxed on the surface, he did not dare to slack off at all in his heart.

He flashed like a nimble and agile cheetah and nimbly avoided the fierce attack.

The pockmarked prisoner's attack missed and he rushed forward several steps due to inertia and almost fell to the ground.

He was startled, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by raging anger. The pockmarked prisoner roared, "Don't be so complacent! Either you die today or I die!"

Then he quickly adjusted his body, gripped the stick tightly, and pounced on Wang Biao fiercely again.

This offensive was more frenzied than the previous ones, with a desperate spirit.

The pockmarked prisoner had only one thought in his mind at this moment: "If I fail, I will die!

If I can't capture Wang Biao today, I won't be able to live in this prison any longer!"

Wang Biao narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the figure of the pockmarked prisoner who was rushing towards him again.

He was weighing the pros and cons in his mind: should he continue to dodge and consume the opponent's strength, or should he take the initiative and attack quickly?

After some thought, Wang Biao decided not to delay any longer.

He thought to himself, "If I continue to tangle with this pockmarked prisoner for a long time, I'm afraid something bad will happen to the other prisoners.

Only by cutting the Gordian knot can we eliminate the hidden dangers in front of us."

At this time, the pockmarked prisoner stepped forward, raised his stick high, and was about to smash it down with all his strength.

At the critical moment, Wang Biao kicked the ground hard with both feet.

Taking advantage of the momentum to lean forward, he twisted his waist rapidly and concentrated all his strength on his right arm.

The long knife in his hand was like a long-dormant poisonous snake, suddenly attacking and drawing a sharp arc of light in the air.

The blade rubbed against the air, making a sharp hissing sound.

The blade moved almost vertically, with overwhelming force, as it slashed towards the pockmarked prisoner's arm.

The whole set of movements was completed in one go without any delay.

With a muffled "puff" sound, blood spurted out like a burst of crimson fireworks where the knife passed, and it was particularly glaring in this dark and depressing prison.

The pockmarked prisoner suddenly let out a shrill scream, and the stick in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. The sound seemed like his desperate wail.

At this moment, his heart was filled with fear and regret, as if he was hit by a sledgehammer, and his fear of Wang Biao surged like a tide.

The pockmarked prisoner regretted his impulsiveness and arrogance, but it was too late.

His face was instantly distorted and his facial features were twisted in pain.

The whole person collapsed to the ground like a puppet with his bones and muscles pulled out, no longer able to resist.

However, just as Wang Biao had just dealt with the pockmarked prisoner and had no time to catch his breath.

Suddenly, a fist-sized stone flew in from somewhere, bringing with it a sharp sound, and hit Wang Biao's back of the head.

He was startled, but his years of combat experience made him react incredibly quickly.

Wang Biao suddenly dodged to the side, and the stone flew past his ear and finally hit the wall, scattering gravel everywhere.

Wang Biao turned his head and saw a short prisoner with a sinister look hiding in the corner.

The other party was holding a few stones in his hand, with a smug yet nervous look on his face.

"Haha, you didn't expect that! Today is the day you die!"

Wang Biao was filled with anger. He didn't expect that this short prisoner was so cunning and launched a sneak attack when he was not prepared.

The short prisoner felt a little flustered when he saw that his attack missed.

However, he still pretended to be calm and threw a few more stones.

"See how long you can hide!"

Wang Biao dodged flexibly while approaching the short prisoner.

His steps were steady and his eyes were sharp.

Every dodge was just right, while looking for opportunities to counterattack. (End of this chapter)